First Volume: Reborn from the Fire Chapter 20: The Eighteenth Layer of Hell (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  Oh hell, hell!

  Hell isn't that scary, anyway I've gotten used to it. But today I found out that hell also has levels, isn't there still eighteen layers of knife saw hell below?

  According to legend, those extremely evil bastards will eventually be sent to the hell of knife and saw, where the ghostly guards will strip off their clothes, tie them up in a "big" character shape on four wooden stakes, and then from the crotch to the head, use a saw to slowly cut them in half. This kind of cruel torture is indeed too artistic, enough to make people suffer to the point of madness.

  I feel like I'm in this situation right now, my feet are heavy, even turning over is a huge effort, my shoulders and ankles are burning as if they've lost a layer of skin, and by my ears I can still hear the vile curses.

  "Trash, you trash, why are you running so slow? You used to be the first one before, how did you become the last one now? Trash! Run faster for me!"

  Damn 'Qiao Yan Wang', you're not unaware that I've equipped myself with life-threatening gear, which is equivalent to a full set of off-road equipment. He seems to be intentionally humiliating us, and he even made us run five kilometers and 400 meters of obstacles with these heavy loads on our backs for an entire morning, plus two short-distance uphill sprints.

  Finally, before dinner, this despicable person still wants all the new recruits to undergo a 15-kilometer cross-country assessment. Poor me, my body now feels like it's been dismembered by an electric saw and doesn't belong to me at all. I'm about to collapse.

  The endless leg bindings given to us are really terrifying, the first few 5km and 400m were still okay, after all my foundation was there, although I couldn't be among the top anymore, but at least I could still finish running without falling behind. But it wasn't until after 'Joan Wang' had almost exhausted all my physical strength that I came to realize the cruelty of this perverted training when we had a 15km cross-country test.

  Poor me, I still have a Peng Zhuo by my side. This kid was so excited to put on this equipment and when we started running the first 5 kilometers in the morning, he was saying it's nothing with a smug face, even strutting back and forth in front of me. But now? He's already almost fainting, his lips are purple, and he's leaning on my shoulder, weighing down nearly half of my body weight.

  With a feeling as if we had just been fished out of the water, our sweat-soaked training uniforms were drenched. I struggled to support Peng Jue, although "Qiao Yanwang's" stick was heavily lashed on my body, and his roar still echoed in my ears, but I didn't feel anything about all this, my pain nerves had almost disappeared.

  My vision has already started to blur, and the shadows in front of me are becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish. Even my comrades on the side looked at us with puzzled expressions, their faces filled with confusion, as we were usually sprinting like wild horses. I was also bewildered, not to mention that the two of us must be the last two in this assessment, and it's already a miracle that we can still stand now.

  I gritted my teeth and struggled to hold on, vaguely seeing that the comrades in front had already stopped their footsteps, believing that the finish line was not far away. But my ears were buzzing loudly, and everything I saw was like a white fog, indistinguishable. My footsteps also became extremely unsteady, as if I had just drunk four or five bottles of Erguotou. My sense of space and distance was almost collapsing.

  "With your current state, you can still run under 1 minute and 45 seconds? You want to compete with me? Bear Soldier, ***hurry up, where's that usual vigor of yours?"

  The voice of 'Qiao Yan Wang' has been haunting me, following closely behind my back. He is despising me, looking down on me, and using extremely despicable tone to irritate my brain nerves. These words are even more vicious than the stick in his hand hitting me.

  "Peng... Peng Zhen, you... you give me support, hold on... we must persevere..."

  I roared loudly, as if I was going to die, and shouted wildly at Peng Zhen beside me!

  Get up! You stinky brat! I can't move with you pressing down on me like this, I won't be able to hold out much longer. Now my body feels as if it's carrying a mountain.

  I feel like this is the longest time I've spent in boot camp, and every step I take now feels so slow, as if time itself has stopped around me. The little devil's eyes are even more unfocused than mine, his pupils constricted.

  "Run... run... ***, didn't you say you'd fight with me to the end? Why are you giving up now?"

  Never give up, never give up. I know this is a manifestation of the human body's extreme limit, indicating that our current exercise has reached the critical point that our personal physical endurance can bear. However, at this moment, it is also the key to stimulating the potential of the human body. If we give up at this time, all previous efforts will be in vain.

  So I, like cheering myself up, roared in Peng Zhuo's ear, this roar seemed to have released all the depression and anger in my heart, I was like a wounded old tiger who let out its last roar, this sound actually scared 'Qiao Yan Wang' behind me, he couldn't help but shut his detestable mouth.

  "Ah...... I'm done for......"

  My roar had just faded, and it seemed that this huge cry had touched the unyielding blood in Peng Ze's heart. This kid suddenly pushed me with a burst of energy and rushed forward wildly. As for me, I was already exhausted, and with his push, I sat down on the ground with a thud, almost fainting from the weak force.

  "Hold on... just hold on a bit longer, the end is right ahead! Get up... get up for me..."

  At this time, people's spirits are the most fragile. Lying on the ground feels extremely comfortable. I just feel that I don't have any strength left, how can I still get up?

  But suddenly a voice shouted in my ear, his tone was urgent and full of encouragement, he seemed to be stuck in my ear and shouted: "There are only 50 meters left, running to the end is victory, can't you even hold on for 50 meters? Come on! Do you really want to be a waste?"

  Damn, I'm going to die, I've had enough, hearing this voice in my ear made me feel like my whole body was on fire, and somehow some energy came out of nowhere, which finally made me stand up shakily, I let out a loud roar, like a ferocious wolf, and started sprinting forward with all my might.

  That sounds good, but it's my pathetic illusion. Looking at Peng Ze in front of me, who fell on the comrades in front like a madman, I actually took steps with one foot high and one foot low, slower than the speed of primary school students running. But fortunately, I got up again, and my tenacious backbone is enough to make anyone feel shocked.

  I told myself, I am the strongest, I am a warrior, I must get through this, I cannot let Huang Lianlong and 'Qiao Wang' look down on me, I *** want to be a real man, a bloodthirsty frenzy surged deep into my brain, I seemed to have burst out all my potential in that moment, I went all out!

  Twenty meters... ten meters... the target is getting closer and my vision is getting blurrier, with a lot of ** in my eyes, I don't know if it's sweat or tears. When my footsteps crossed the finish line ahead, I saw several comrades opening their arms to welcome me, I just felt a blackness in front of my eyes, the air that had been stuck in my heart was finally released, and I fell onto their bodies...